Saturday we started with an introduction at our language school (to officially begin on Monday). We ran into a huge Harley motorcycle ride going on through the street, I guess that’s not something only in the states. After dinner with my host mother (for those of you not familiar with Mexican meals, the largest meal of the day, “dinner”, is served around 2 or 3 followed by a light snack at 8 or 9 at night), several of us headed to the center of town to walk around the markets and side streets before attending a party at the director of PC Mexico’s house. Current PC volunteers, our Spanish teachers, and other PC staff were all in attendance. The house was amazing. It is centered around a large courtyard with a fountain and also has a roof top te rrace. This is where the night got interesting…
We left as a large group, but since we don’t all live in the same areas, eventually began to break off into groups that lived close to one another. One of the girls in our group lives pretty far away so three of us decided to walk her home to make sure she got there safely. Just after we dropped her off, it began to pour. As we headed back to where we lived we decided that we thought we knew the way well enough to not use the map. Our first clue should have been to turn around once the sidewalk ended. We were walking along a sizable road (similar to a divided highway) and the sidewalk ended, but there is also a river running down the middle of the road so you can’t just cross anywhere. Well instead of turning around and heading back to find a bridge to cross, we decided it would be a really good idea to climb up the embankment and continue walking above the highway through trees, grass, cactus plants, and trash. (about 20 ft above the highway). After crossing a railroad track (which a train did come down) and meeting a dead end at an electrical power station or a 20 ft drop down to the street, we finally decided to turn around and head back for an alternative route. By then we’re soaked, muddy, and bleeding (from a cactus or barbed wire, too dark to tell). By the time we made it back to the sidewalk, the road is now filled with water, so of course every time a car passes by we get splashed. We did finally make it home and when I walked in the door I thought my host mother was going to have a heart attack when she saw how muddy and wet I was. I tried to explain what happened as best as possible in my broken Spanish. Monday we begin our language intensive which will be good since I’m running out of topics of conversation that include words that I know.
Here's some pictures, but more can be found on my flickr site at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/daninewcomb/

For all the Michigan alums out there, I saw this my 2nd day in Queretaro, it was only a matter of time……





